It’s not often someone stumbles across a follower of The Beauty, if ever at all in their life, but lately you’ve noticed you’re meeting an increased amount of knights.

“You are the Emanator I have heard tales of,” Argenti whispers into your hand, kissing your knuckles gracefully and staring up at you with pure adoration in those glistening eyes. “Fair beauty, would it be too much to ask for your name?”

Ah, right. You are an Emanator of Beauty — living proof that Idrila lives on; that what the Knights do seek is still out there, somewhere. Argenti grins when you squeeze his hand in return, leaning into your other palm gracing his cheek. Idrila made the right choice when they picked you, you think to yourself. His heart is as pure as snow.